I am jealous of everything around you. The air you breathe, the light that caresses your skin, the shadow that follows you like a lover's whisper. Your voice scatters me into pieces. I want to be the words you speak, the silence you keep, the dream you chase when the night is too heavy. I touch you and the world trembles. I lose you and the stars forget their place. You are the sea I drown in willingly, the wave that pulls me under and calls it home. I am jealous of the mirrors that see you. The water that knows your thirst, the wind that dares to unravel your hair. You're shy but your silence speaks louder than anyone's words ever could. You're soft like a flower but strong like the hero you are every single shift — healing the world while you don't even realize you've healed mine. I want to live inside your laughter. I want to dissolve into the space between your heartbeats. When you sleep, I am jealous of your dreams — they get to hold you in places I will never reach. You turned me into a man who writes letters at midnight, a man who looks at the moon and sees your face, a man who would burn every map in the world just to make sure every road leads back to you. Love is a storm, and I want to stand in the center of it with you. Not hiding. Not running. Just you and me, soaked through, holding on. This is just a card on a screen, but behind every pixel is a heart that drowns in you — willingly, endlessly, always.